Saturday, January 12, 2008

My Great Aunt Octavine

Octavine was my great-aunt. Born in New York City at the dawn of the Jazz Age, she embodied Depression-era sensibility and possessed a penchant for the unique.
She sang opera at Carnegie Hall. She still wore bloomers. For my eleventh birthday she gave me a calligraphy set. I practiced and practiced…a little girl training herself in a lost art.

The cards pictured are silkscreen prints from an illustration I did of my great aunt Octavine at the piano.

They are available for purchase.
$12. for a set of six through my Etsy shop.

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1 comment:

Urbanknit said...

the cards are lovely. simple but evocative